| I told Terry count the racks up, yeah |
| Make that FN make him back up, yeah |
| I said fuck them hoes and got my racks up |
| On some codeine, spent a diamond chain |
| Went up as fuck, I’m in a different lane |
| She said she love me, this ho insane |
| Okay, I think I want that SRT |
| That nigga wanna be like me |
| And we walked in with that lazer beam |
| I bet it clear the whole scene |
| These lil' niggas don’t know me |
| L-O-V-E, don’t know what that mean |
| Okay, she off X, she rolling |
| Tryna eat the whole team |
| Bad bitch, she love cocaine |
| She done lost her nose ring |
| My bitch bad like Soul Train |
| Bad lil' white bitch, she eat dick |
| I mix codeine with my Minute Maid |
| Houses bigger than a bitch |
| I ain’t seen bro ass in like seven days |
| We double that money nigga, like seven ways |
| Yeah, he wanna be like me |
| Toxic bitch, she bring me peace |
| That ho throwin' a fit, I copped that ho some Louis V |
| If you want drank I’m taxing, yeah, we tax that boy a fee |
| This shit costing |
| Fucking this ho, like often |
| Send that shit to Austin |
| These niggas loving these hoes I had, yeah, that boy off it |
| Yeah, that boy lost it |
| Ayy, nigga don’t get your crib hit over that talking |
| We got FN, ayy, nigga who better than? |
| Predict the weather with them Dracs just like the weatherman |
| Hold on, that boy say he better, yeah, he back on Xans (Ha, ha) |
| Yeah, we caught him lacking cause he on them Xans |
| He on kickstand |
| I don’t do no kissing |
| I just want some Tris |
| This ho just want my attention |
| Niggas stay on my dick, like, boy just stay out my mentions |
| I got out, straight back on business |
| We keep Dracos in the kitchen |
| Left my old ho, she ain’t listen |
| Nigga, no, you can’t kick it |
| Boy you broke, can’t get her digits |
| Nigga we got cases pending, and we still be riding with .50s nigga |
| We gon' send that hit, yeah, we gon' send that blitz, ayy |
| Ain’t gon' make no diss, nigga |
| Yeah, that boy a bitch nigga |
| Talking 'bout that bitch, just made that ho just eat my dick, nigga |
| In LA, gon' make a hit, nigga |
| Ayy, let’s go, it won’t miss, nigga |
| And I made that ho eat my kids, nigga |
| Yeah, that lil' boy he broke |
| Ha, that lil' boy he- yeah |
| Get no racks nigga, you ain’t get no racks nigga, yeah |
| Ha! |